After Durrell Landon hung up the phone, Charles Foote let out a light "tsk," thinking that guy really doesn't take any losses.
For Ewan Xyler, winning this kind of case is as easy as closing his eyes, yet he still wants to extort Durrell's chess set made of jade worth several billion.
Truly shameless.
No wonder that guy can be a lawyer, he has absolutely no bottom line, even if something is black, he'll argue it's white.
He put down his teacup, a hint of amusement in his eyes:
"Durrell, she's completely at odds with East Emperor Entertainment now. I don't think any entertainment company would want to take her. Why don't you sign her on with your company?"
Durrell lowered his gaze. Based on what he knew of her, she wouldn't agree.
"Whatever she wants to do, I'll always have her back."
Charles raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, as if he expected this.
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Dawson & Associates.
